That post with the guy dressed with multiple sousaphone bells reminded me of this.
Once upon a time in middle school band class, we had a substitute teacher, and so we were all goofing off, as usual, and none got wilder than the percussion section. The band room had a storage area behind where the percussionists stood to store the bigger instruments. At one point, the teacher glanced up and saw a few of the guys were missing. Some of them came out of the storage room, but it was still “where’s Steven? He was here today when I took role.
The answer to that was: well, he’s here, he’s just stuck in the tambourine right now. That skinny lad was able to squeeze himself into the tambourine so it rested at his waist. After a bit of finessing, the rest of them came out of the storage area with a chagrined “well, we’ve got two half moon tambourines now”
IM GONNA BEAT UP TUMBLR FOR EATING THIS NOTIFICATION AND HIDING THIS FROM ME BECAUSE THIS GAVE ME THE BEST LAUGH IVE HAD A L L WEEK. SJEBJWGDJDHDJDBKDBRJEBDN